The bonded
mates shared a final frantic embrace before Spock quit their bed.
Concentrating on dressing quickly, he snatched up yesterday's
discarded dress. A bath and a change of tunic would wait. In
defiance and desperation, he decided that he would travel with Jim's
scent upon him, Jim's seed within him. Selon be damned!

GENTLENESS
by Charlotte Frost

Kirk pulled
off his shirt as he moved into his sleeping area. "It's hard to
stop wondering how many other parallel universes there are out
there. How many Jim Kirks there are, and what those Jim Kirks are
like…" He dropped the shirt down the recycling chute and began to
unfasten his pants. "Don't you ever wonder about all those Spock?"

"I gave it
much thought after hearing your initial report. I concluded that we
do not currently have the technology to answer the question." He
pulled his black shirt over his head.

"Which
means," Kirk said, taking off his last sock and tossing it and his
pants in the chute, "that you've decided it's illogical to continue
to dwell on the subject."

Spock stepped
out of his pants. "That is essentially correct…"

SPEED OF LIGHT
by Alexis Fegan Black

"Look, Jim,"
McCoy said, half stammering, "the manager of this hotel swore this
was the only copy." His face darkened as he chewed his lower lip
and rolled the damning tape over and over in his hand. "I certainly
hope it's the only one!"

Kirk leaned
forward, battling the urge to strange the mystery out of McCoy. "I
get the picture, Bones," he said, exasperated. "Now what's on the
tape? You? Me?"

McCoy didn't
move, didn't breathe. "It's… Spock," he said at last.

Kirk sat
stone-still, not breathing. If he could read between the nervous
lines of McCoy scattered explanation, it seemed the doctor was
trying to tell him that Spock -- Spock of Vulcan -- had been filmed
in the act of sexual passion. His face paled, heart pounding.
"S-Spock?"

"You would be
better off if you had never met me," the Vulcan stated, head bowed
over the clasped hands. "Please, Jim, do not argue. We have had
this discussion before and it always ends the same: you insist and I
retreat. This time, I must insist: you would be better off if you
had never met me…"

ENTER, JANUS
by Zoey Brook

McCoy frowned
deeply. "I still don't understand, Sarek. What is this Gazad?"

Spock took
over when he saw his father was again deep in thought. "Doctor, the
Gazad is the name of a being which feeds on others, similar to the
Terran vampire. Yet unlike the vampire of your Earth lore, the
Gazad takes energy, will, life itself… rather than blood."

ONCE UPON A DREAM
by Sharon Pearson

"Have you
ever heard of an ancient children's story called Sleeping Beauty,
Spock?" McCoy asked. "I used to read it to my daughter. It was
about a princess who pricked her finger on a poisoned spindle and
was doomed to sleep until awakened by 'love's first kiss'. A
charming story."

"But hardly
helpful, Doctor. The captain's situation is scarcely comparable to
that of a young virgin metaphorically awakened by the recognition of
her dawning sexuality…"

THE FIRST LEVEL OF
HELL by Carlin Rae Thorne

"The
collective energy of billions of minds, amassed over centuries of
existence, can essentially create what is known in
metaphysical communities as an astral entity."

Kirk glanced
up. "What do you mean?"

"For
centuries, Captain, a sizeable percentage of your Earth's population
has subscribed to the belief in good and evil -- and in the physical
embodiment of those concepts," Spock recited coolly. "It is a fact
that energy can accumulate and eventually manifest into
physical reality."

A PLACE OF REDby Dovya Blacque

James Kirk
washed his face in cold water, drew a soft towel across it, drying
himself, then looked back in the mirror. The image didn't change.
The face that looked back at him with utter disapproval was that of
his first officer.

Kirk didn't have the slightest idea what to do, but he sent soothing
pictures into Spock's mind… scenes from his childhood home in Iowa…
oceans of wheat rippling in the breeze.. .the shady creed… the porch
swing… billowing clouds casting shadows on the land… the old mother
cat in the barn lazily licking kittens… ice skating on the frozen
pond in winder… anything cool and lazy he could think of.

It must have been the right thing. The body pinning him to the
floor began to relax. //Spock?//

THE LEGACY
Mara-Lyn Cade (Part III of the trilogy based on THE PRIZE)

Jim felt the
hard fingers pressed to the flesh as if it were his own face Sporl
held. He gasped , feeling the power of the Elders slice into
Spock's defenseless mind. The battered body stiffened in a pitiful
attempt to evade their assault; but the Elders leisurely rifled the
Vulcan's thoughts, his emotions, his memories. The violation
centered on their union. Memories of shared times were dissected.
The bond he and Spock had formed was touched, examined with
disbelief which strengthened into disgust.

Jim was on
the outside now, no longer a part of the meld, no longer a part of
Spock. He had no strength, no will to control his being. He
allowed the guards to support his slumped body as he watched the
savage mind probe terminated. The bond was broken.

CATALYSIS by
T'Hera

"Are you
feeling all right, Spock?" Kirk had been watching the Vulcan as he
diligently segregated the various ingredients of the carefully
prepared casserole. Head down, brows knitted, he was arranging the
food on his plate into small, neat piles. As far as Kirk could
tell, he hadn't eaten a bite.

At Kirk's
question, the Vulcan started and looked up as if surprised to see
him there. High on his cheekbones, bright color flared, and the
hollows beneath his eyes were more pronounced. As if aware of
Kirk's scrutiny, he turned his head away.

Suddenly, a
thought struck the human. He realized where he had seen that look
before…

ANOTHER MOUNTAIN TO
CLIMBby Carolyn McTarrell

"Spock,
please let me explain. I know… Mu mmmfflfff nfhhfh glf fhfh…" It
took a moment for the human to register the large hand over his
mouth effectively silencing his speech. The arms that held him
pushed and he fell/reclined to the hard bunk, felt a heavy body
straddle his. He held his breath, with no idea of what was coming.
He only knew it was Spock by the beard-depilatory scent the Vulcan
always used.

As Spock
remembered the lamb-Kirk's hesitation and indecisiveness, and his
total deference, the compassion the Vulcan had felt turned to ice,
causing him to recoil. Seeing that part of his captain for the
first time -- the child part, the weakness -- was akin to complete
and total disappointment. He'd thought Kirk to be stronger than
that, had counted on it many occasions in the past…

TAKING COMMAND
by M. J. Merica

"…If bonding
to a Vulcan is the only way I can stay in space," Kirk said, "then I
choose to do exactly what I did, with exactly whom I did."

Spock rose to
his feet and stared out the viewer of the psor'tial shop. Warp
speed had rendered the pace before them virtually featureless, a
hazy mist of white as the stars flashed by. "We will run out of
fuel in the Belarian System, Sector 18. There is a 73% probability
that we will be captured by the planet's gravitational force before
we lose all engine power. We have a 37% chance of a soft landing.
That is assuming of course, that we have no further difficulties.
With the sensors non-functional, there is no way to tell."

Kirk's
saddened smile reflected his own. "No… I suppose not…"

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
by Ray Newton

Kirk sat
upright on his couch at the foot of Spock's bed as the door crashed
open and someone blundered into the room. He heard Spock's voice
and was about to speak when he realized that his master was not
alone. He could see a slim shape entwined with the Vulcan's and a
sweet, cloying scent permeated the air. Coloring hotly, Kirk lay
down again, pulling the blanket over his head as he feigned sleep…

SOUNDINGS by
David Alexander

"Spock? What
are you doing?"

"Obviously,
from the sounds coming through these walls, something is wrong," the
Vulcan said. "They may need help."

Kirk grinned,
breathed and grabbed the worried Vulcan's arm before he could finish
putting on his pants. "Hold it, Spock. There's no trouble, believe
me. They're… He hesitated, not sure how to delicately tell his
friend. He opted for directness. "They're… making love."

Though he
couldn't see Spock clearly in the darkness, he sensed the Vulcan
staring at him…

NIGHT OF MASTERY
by Alexis Fegan Black

The door to
the small house opened, revealing a familiar, intimidating
silhouette framed against the pale lighting within.

"Sinta,"
Spock said, almost to himself, almost as an accusation. His vision
blurred. Reality struck him like a hammer. Fire and ice fought a
war in his mind, with Kirk being the victor's spoils. The ice
gained a stronghold. The fire stormed, gathering angry strength.

Just as Kirk
entered the door, an ornate knife crossed his path at chest level,
burying itself in the wall six inches above the face of a patient
shackled to the bed. Deciding the patient was Romulan, he turned to
see who the weapon's wielder was.

A beautiful
woman with large eyes and long lashes stared at him. "Just a little
pest control," she explained. "Scotty won't let me slit his
throat…"

THE SHAKTAH
by Zoey Brooks

"If you do
this, Bri Sorani," Spock threatened, "at the first possible
opportunity, I will end my life."

"You, a
Vulcan, end your life? Impossible." She moved closer.

"When there
is sufficient cause, even ending a life is justified, Sorani," Spock
proclaimed…

HALFWAY TO PARADISE
by Sandee Maxwell

His nakedness
was covered in olive green. Dark hair, stirring slightly in the
wind, hung past his shoulders. Dark eyes were enhanced by upswept,
wing-like brows accompanying exquisitely elfin ears. From between
his shoulder blades extended a pair of elegant, pale green wings.

The winged
one's gaze raked the golden perfection of the naked sleeper as he
perched upon an outcropping of the wall just above the form.
Indeed, the stranger had enough beauty to tempt an angel…

INTRODUCING OLD
FRIENDS by Faille

Spock
followed Melbourne 57 to her chair grouping and seated himself
beside Kirk. The woman curled into a large armchair, automatically
plucked a jade egg off the cluttered table, and began to fondle it.

When Kirk
noticed, he nearly sputtered water everywhere. He quickly set the
glass aside. "Sorry…"

BROTHERLY LOVE -
PART II by Deborah Cummins (the conclusion)

Spock cut off
the words as the barriers formed around him. The captain must not
see what he knew was about to take place. He fortified his mind,
erecting the cold, impenetrable shields. He understood that this
would inhibit his ability to black the pain in the hours ahead; but
it was necessary. Kirk must not know.

The door
slammed shut behind him…

TRICK OR TREAT
by James Carlson

"It's a pity
Mister Spock couldn't be here tonight," Sulu said as the plans
became more serious. "It would be interesting to hear his thoughts
on the disappearances in the Triangle."

I had just
started to make an excuse for the absent Vulcan, formulating a
response which would point out his reserved, un-partying nature
when, for a reason I have yet to comprehend, I looked up and toward
the front door that had been left standing open for any
late-arriving guests.

There was a
Spock at the door…

Original Publication
Date: 1987
180 pgs - Cover by Ann Crouch

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Naked
Times #17

ABOUT TIME
by Lynn Shomei

"Do not be so
certain of what you think you know. For all your power and physical
strength, you are merely human."

The "mere"
human cringed suddenly at the use of that word as a diminutive,
wondering how far the implication went…

THE FIRST MOVEby Cybel Harper

"You required
my aid and I felt obliged to give it.

"Because I'm
your superior officer."

"No, because
you are James Kirk, and wherever you go, people will follow you,
will give you their trust, their loyalty, and more. That is, I
believe you will find your destiny." Spock flushed, embarrassed at
the unprecedented emotionalism of his avowal…

FORBIDDEN COLORS
by Jenny Starr

He makes love
like he drinks fine brandy. He sips, nips, delicately tastes. He
uses his tongue to enhance the sweetness. He closes his eyes in
single-minded concentration, never forgetting to pay humble respect
to the vessel of his pleasure.

Captain James
Kirk is a very heady experience…

THE GIFT OF DREAMS
by Charlotte Frost

"Spock," Kirk
said in a worried tone, "I wonder sometimes what it will be like
when I die -- what will happen to you."

Spock raised
the human's chin. "We pledged the death bond long ago," he
reminded.

"I know,"
Kirk agreed quickly. "But even you more or less admitted that was a
lot of Vulcan hocus pocus…"

GROUNDSWELL
by M.J. Merica

The
conversation ended with the barroom challenger taking a swing at the
Vulcan. Spock let the punch land, but was moving in the direction
of the force to lessen the impact. It looked more effective than it
really was.

Two more men
joined in the fray, and within moments the bar was engulfed from
wall to wall by a swirling mass of fists and flying bodies…

"That one has
been stricken from the records," the monk explained. "He now does
not exist for us, nor ever did. We are forbidden even to say his
name. He was sent out."

Kirk
blinked. "Sent out? You mean alone, in the desert?"

The monk
nodded.

THE GOL LETTERSby Carlin Ray Thorne

(A collection
of unsent letters during the time of Gol)

Dear
Spock: These dreams will have to be enough. Tomorrow morning I go
in for the psyche-evaluation required for my promotion to the
admiralty. I intend to pass it one way or another, with or without
you or anyone else. Bones is off in Atlanta giving enemas to
horses, and you're on Vulcan being a horse's ass. Maybe the two of
you should get together. But I can't quit living that easily. I'll
take the promotion if it's offered, and I'll be the best damned
admiral Starfleet ever had.

SOMETHING FISHYby Venisa I. Duvetyn

"We cannot
advertise that we are searching for Captain James T. Kirk of
the ISS Enterprise," Spock stated. "That is the fastest
possible method of guaranteeing his immediate execution."

McCoy frowned
thoughtfully. "I guess you're right. I can name a dozen planets
where every inhabitant would just love to get their hands on Jim."

MAKING PEACE
by M. J. Merica

"What thee is
about to see," Kirk said to the healer with a perfectly straight
face, glancing occasionally to Spock, "is a human ritual that has
come down from the beginning. It is the heart and soul of the human
institution of marriage. It is called a family squabble. Wise men
keep out of it: but since I question whether Vulcans posses the
elusive quality of wisdom, let me make this perfectly clear. If you
must observe, keep your big mouth shut, healer. Do I make myself
absolutely clear?"

Spock could
no more leave Kirk's side than he could exist without breathing. If
his mood hadn't been so black, the irony might have amused him. The
cause of the suffering was the lure that kept calling him back, kept
him tied to the human's side as if he were bound with a thousand
chains.

So he
stayed. For four years. And repressed the sorrow, the pain,
watching Kirk seduce women by the score, fall in and out of love,
turn to him for help and consolation before delving once again into
another relationship. The list seemed endless.

It should
have been easy. The water was shallow enough to stand up in, and
Kirk had reacted quickly enough to prevent Spock from inhaling much,
if any water. But all of that didn't take into account the Vulcan's
strength or the depth of his panic.

He fought
Kirk, throwing the weaker human from him with a force that drove the
air from Kirk's lungs and plunged him under water with barely enough
presence of mind to hold his breath…

HOUSE WARMING
by Zoey Brook

Spock's eyes
widened in horror as he looked at the large clearing directly
ahead. Two tall posts faced him each with a pile of dried branches
arranged around its base. Torches from the townspeople lit the
night, and a hushed whispering could be heard throughout the crowd.

Instinctively, Spock leaned for a nearby officer, pressing his
fingers deep into the unsuspecting man's neck. The man fell quickly
as Spock turned to free Kirk, stopping in terror when he saw another
officer pressing a knife to the human's throat.

"Stop or I'll
kill him right now."

The Vulcan
wondered if it would be best to let the man do just that rather than
have Kirk tied to the post…

MIRRORED GUILT
by Sharon Pillsbury

"You're out
to take over the ship," the captain of the ISS Enterprise
accused, brandy bottle in hand.

"You are
aware that I have never sought command," Spock replied coolly.

"And you
think I believe that?" Kirk smiled dangerously. "Before you put a
knife in my back, I plan to…"

"A knife?"
Spock mused. "If I wanted to kill you, I would need no weapon."
The Vulcan rose slowly and walked over to Kirk, placing his fingers
at the back of the human's neck. "Tal Shaya is a most effective
method of killing, it would take only a slight pressure." His
fingers lightly brushed against the nerve points…

"It's no big
deal, Spock. Really." Silence echoed back at him. "You'd think
this was a life or death situation, the way you're reacting."

"It is
important to you." He paused, peering through the half-light. "I
wish you would… instruct me…"

A CHANGE OF SEASON
by Charlotte Frost

"I believe you need me here," Spock explained. "But I also
believe you wish me to leave." He looked up timidly at the human,
who was now on his knees and leaning partially over him. "I do not
know if I should stay… or go."

He had no
recollection of falling head-long into the void of mystical stars,
glittering like diamonds in the night.

SECOND SIGHT
by Triad

Spock sat
down heavily, unable to meet the doctor's eyes. "At 0305, the
captain stumbled into my room, shirtless. He was obviously
inebriated. Before I could say anything to him, he removed his
boots and lay down on the bed beside me. I attempted to rouse him,
tell him he was in the wrong room, however…" He gulped audibly.
"He now believes I was one of his… conquests…"

DÉTENTEby
M.J. Merica (the 2nd epilogue to THE CONSORTIUM series)

"Oddly,
Spock, the fact that Chekov let a Vulcan die in the throes of pon
farr is only the second reason I don't like him."

A brow
lifted.

"What is the
first?"

"He's a
Russian," Kirk said flatly.

DEAD OF NIGHT AND
NOWHERE TO GOby Sharon Pillsbury

The Vulcan
turned to face Kirk, keeping his voice low. "You left your cell in
the company of my counterpart. You lied to me."

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